After selling panadol to ravers to fund their
first album `When the Dove`s Cry` the girls are at it again this time
unleashing their difficult second album on legendary imprint dualpLOVER records.
Ultimately this new opus in pre-teenism shows that "Doves"
their first offering was merely spotting compared to the heavy menstrual
flow on the new album ‘Prisoner of hormones?.
REVIEWS:
"Peakers and tweakers alike unite! Australia’s
original ecky-jawed badgirls are back with their second full-length, jammed
to the brim with foul ’n’ feisty skag-tech rapdowns and bangin’
carnivalesque delights. These teen idols are ill at ease spewing giggly
rushes of crass peer group pressure over BPM rapidfire and mongoloid 8-bit
brutality. They wrangle themes of incest and cow birth on ‘Cuntry
Lovin’’ and squeal on heat for chaos and man-meat throughout
‘Put It In’, which surges like Sigue Sigue Sputnik scoring
Mortal Kombat porn. ‘Tracey’s Slumba Party’ is included
on this disc as well as on their excellent debut – with overworked
smartchord arrangements and a sing-song vocal delivery, Toxic Lipstick
are somehow able to make ‘poon’ seem like the most relevant
word in the English language. Forever young, these globe-trotting marvels
present the Australian youth experience through a hot pink lens, aiming
digital guns at a mile-long shitlist of disillusioned yet totally hot
sluzzas and bevans. Puberty is a battlefield." - Adrian Trajstman, MESS+NOISE.
"Lock up your My Little Pony and any sharp objects
left lying around, because Toxic Lipstick are back. With little time to
spare in fact – Prisoner Of Hormones represents Synthia J Popp and
Cyndii Valentine’s second album in 12 months, a time they’ve
spent relocated in Japan’s noise / breakcore capital Osaka before
only recently returning to their homebase in sunny Brisbane. The resultant
time spent amongst such contemporaries in Osaka as Ove Naxx (with whom
the girls recently undertook an Australian East coast tour) has clearly
invigorated their furious electro-thrash attack, with this second album
presenting 12 new tracks over a furious total running length of just 26
minutes. As for the lyrical subject matter, listeners to last year’s
debut offering When The Dove’s Cry will already have some inkling
of what to expect, with Prisoner Of Hormones picking up the baton from
that previous record with themes ranging from underage lust, heroic drug
use and menstruation to pony grooming.
Curiously enough, Prisoner Of Hormones comes across as one of Dual Plover’s
most ‘accessible’ releases in some time, a description likely
to be more indicative of the confrontational nature of that imprint’s
release aesthetic than any intended approachability on Toxic Lipstick’s
part. Opening track ‘Slut C*nt Hairbrush’ crashes proceedings
open with a bang, the girl’s processed teencore yelps riding a stiffly
robotic electro-rockabilly backing of analogue synths and tinny-sounding
drum machine rhythms, before ‘Dear Diary…’ sees fellow
Brisbane noiseniks Anal Cookie bringing the noise on a studio collaboration
that places screwed-up hiphop beats beneath Synthia’s trash-talk
rapping (”Being a teen is really tuff / especially when you’ve
got an itchy muff / all I wanna do is get fully laid / mum does too and
she gets paid.”)
From there, ‘Truth Dare’ unleashes a furious volley of rapid-fire
breakcore rhythms beneath swirling ‘Flight Of The Bumblebee’-esque
synths in a rave-damaged slice of thrash that’s had too much red
cordial, while ‘C*ntry Lovin’ even manages a sly digression
into inbred electro hoedown territory (”I love you like my daughter
/ even though you are my sister”). Like many of their fellow Dual
Plover brethren, Toxic are undoubtably a primarily visual prospect that’s
best experienced live in person, where you can “aah” at their
matching full-body Doremon pyjama suits and freak at the drooled fake
blood. Prisoner Of Hormones certainly represents the perfect audio souvenir,
and easily represents a stronger, more diverse collection than its predecessor.
In the mood for gratuitous eighth grade toilet / sex humour over speedcore
tempos? Let’s hope these two sluzzas never graduate Year Nine…" - Chris Downton, cyclicdefrost
toxic
lipstick 
